Also, I stand corrected. The intrepid readers at File 770 have been gracious enough to inform us that "Space Raptor Butt Invasion" is not actually a novelette, and therefore belongs in the short story category.

Khitty Hawk
Not sure what VD’s goal is since "Space Raptor Butt Invasion" isn’t even a novelette. The thing’s less than 5000 words. No one could No Award it since it’d get disqualified beforehand.

Aaron
Well, it is pretty much established that Beale simply isn’t particularly bright.

Glenn Hauman
We already know he has trouble counting past 5 without taking off the other mitten. Counting to see if it makes novelette length? He’d get lost after 21. Okay, 20 and a half.

I sincerely apologize for this inexcusable and unconscionable error, and will, of course, make the appropriate adjustments when the final Rabid Puppies list of recommendations is presented next week.

Aaron on March 10, 2016 at 8:46 pm said:Well, it is pretty much established that Beale simply isn’t particularly bright.

I got a hearty chuckle out of that. VD is living the good life abroad, inventing games, publishing sci-fi, and playing soccer, and this ass-clown is probably still living in his mother's basement, spending the day reading File 770.

I tried reading Bujold's latest novel, Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen, by the way, but quickly had to put it down with my skin crawling. Did you know Aral and Cordelia actually was a secret long-term threesome with the Jole mentioned in the title?

("Did you -- or Aral -- ever tell [Miles] about us? Does he know? I was never quite sure. That is, if he knew and accepted me, or if he just didn't know."..."Ha. No. Speaking of exploding heads, Aral always spared Miles that. I never much agreed with that choice, but I have to admit it was simpler.")

That Cordelia apparently got her jollies by some form of sexual sadism against this gay young man?

("You always did have that little sadistic streak, Cordelia.""Now, Oliver. Assertive, perhaps. As you may recall."From the way he choked on his next swallow of wine, he did. Good.)

And, oh, that now that Aral is dead, they have decided to grow offspring in incubators (some of them apparently Aral + Jole all gay by the magic of genetic engineering). It's all very nicely presented, in that cod-Austen, cod-Wilde way that Bujold prefers, but this time style was insufficient.

I do recall Bujold waxing wery wroth at some character doing more or less the same thing in an earlier book, except that time it was a man who had a lot of daughters, so he deserved it, while this time it's a woman doing it and it's kinda neat. And it's perhaps not really different in its essence from Ethan from Athos, an early Bujold book with a nice gay gay man coming from his nice all gay gay gay community of nice gayness. Yet I didn't reflect much on it then, while this time my gorge rises. I think my tastes have simply changed over the years. I can't really watch TV anymore either.

Anyway, at this point, one or a couple of chapters in, I put down the book, never to return.

I want to see Scalzi, or David Gerbilled, or Connie Willis if she's still alive, giving Chuck Tingle an award for his mano-a-velociraptero science fiction homosex magnum opus, SPACE RAPTOR BUTT INVASION. It's everything Michael Crichton's JURASSIC PARK should have been.

I feel like all my life has been leading up to this point. Now is not the time for glib soundbites, but I feel the pachycephalosaurus claw of History on my shoulder. And it also seems to have a gun in its pocket.

Nate wrote:i wonder how many 770 readers got a little bothered by reading the title...

Hopefully all of them. Agree and amplify. Whups- maybe you mean something else. Hmmm, so it ends with the Hugo* SJWs quietly retiring to their basement dungeons with their animatronic dino sex toys, never to be heard from again.

I want to see Scalzi, or David Gerbilled, or Connie Willis if she's still alive, giving Chuck Tingle an award for his mano-a-velociraptero science fiction homosex magnum opus, SPACE RAPTOR BUTT INVASION. It's everything Michael Crichton's JURASSIC PARK should have been.

I feel like all my life has been leading up to this point. Now is not the time for glib soundbites, but I feel the pachycephalosaurus claw of History on my shoulder. And it also seems to have a gun in its pocket.

SPACE RAPTOR BUTT INVASION.

SPACE RAPTOR BUTT INVASION.

SPACE RAPTOR BUTT INVASION!

This. So much this. This why people read this blog even if they have no interest in Alt.Right stuff. SRBI must be nominated - even to here them announce it would be entertainment enough.

The rumor is that the potentially Hugo-nominated Space Raptor Butt Invasion was actually written by John Scalzi as a sequel to his Hugo-winning novel Redshirts but he really didn't want the hype and attention that such a hotly anticipated book might bring.

My Dark Lord, I can only hope there is something out there of the high quality of SRBI. Actually, it would be hilarious if we had a slate full of literature like that for which we could cast our ballots.

Be Not Afraid wrote:My Dark Lord, I can only hope there is something out there of the high quality of SRBI. Actually, it would be hilarious if we had a slate full of literature like that for which we could cast our ballots.